Caterwauling

I watched “Famous Last Words” with Eric Dane on Netflix yesterday.

It was so good.

Just him and an interviewer. No camera crew, nothing.

Just, tell your daughters everything you want them to know about their dad.

And when this airs, you will no longer be alive.

I’m such a fan of “McSteamy,” though I loved him on “Charmed” long before that.

His words really weren’t for me, as they were for Billie and Georgia.

But I was struck when the interviewer asked what’s next and Eric said, “When it’s lights out, I think that’s it.”

They talked lightly about signs and the idea of a spirit world. But he said he believes we take comfort in coincidences and call them signs.

I have been wondering the same lately.

I get SO many signs … and I believe in calling on the universe for help because I seem to GET it … that I can’t deny there are greater forces at work.

But I can’t define them.

And let’s face it, if there’s any justice in the universe, people named trump would be publicly executed by Jeffrey Epstein’s rape/sex trafficking victims.

But if this really is all there is, why are we not living and loving and traveling and being creative 24/7 if all we get is a few precious years while they lights are on?

Why do we live with the lights on “dim” knowing that we’re likelier to burn out than shine during this one and only life?

Rachel Zoe said something wise recently.

That men don’t marry the love of their lives.

They marry whoever’s around when they’re ready to get married.

Whoever makes things convenient for them.

The men were REAL quiet in the comments, for a change. And the married women were on the absolute attack, for the most part.

“He wuvvvvs me” comments. That everyone else was just a fling and he couldn’t POSSIBLY have picked anyone else.

The most prescient comment, though, was from a woman who said, “They usually can’t afford the love of his life.”

Several of us put a heart on that comment.

They can’t afford us. Mostly financial, if they lack the proverbial pot to piss in or window to throw it out of.

Whether in the first place or because they have to make big decisions about handing 50% of their assets to someone else.

I mean, sure, I never would have wanted to go to college football games … or ride scooters and play bored games … or pretend not to notice daily “alone time” whack off sessions … or go to Q-anon or Al-Anon meetings or whatever those are called.

So I am not going to break my neck looking back. Since not a ONE was able to say fuck it, you’re worth any price.

In which Spaceship Earth looked like an engagement ring.

And yet, people clasp their pearls when I am the same damn way.

No, I will not promise half my assets and all my well-being to anyone.

So I’m not putting down men for choosing what’s convenient, when I am over here doing the same.

But I got Thoughts about one or two of them making the decision for me.